A/N: Many thanks to diehardjavajunkie14 for the beta :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls
I Want That (Cinnamon's Song)
Lorelai watched the wake-goers from a back corner of the house. She felt safer there, not moving. She'd all ready messed up with both Max and Rory, so she figured staying still was the best idea.
She watched Babette and Morey as the chords of Cinnamon's song rose up from the piano and floated through the house; and she was so caught up in observing the grieving that she didn't notice Luke weaving towards her through the crowd.
"Hey," he said softly when he reached her side. She jumped slightly, but quickly recovered. The only sign that she'd been startled was the hand she let sit on her chest.
"Don't do that," she whispered. Luke shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"Sorry," he said. "Just wanted to see how you were doing." Lorelai stared at him, and he quickly continued, flustered by her lack of response. "Well, uh, you looked pretty intense, so-"
"I want that," she interrupted, turning her gaze back to Babette and Morey.
"Uh, what?" Luke asked, glancing from the couple at the piano to the woman at his side. "What do you want?"
"That," Lorelai repeated, nodding towards Babette and Morey "That kind of love. The kind of guy who'll…get concussions in order to live with me."
"You want to give a guy a concussion?" Luke queried, tilting his head in confusion. "I mean, I've heard of the 'you only hurt the ones you love' thing, but isn't that taking it a little far?" Lorelai laughed, shaking her head.
"I want…I want a Morey," she explained, looking up at Luke.
"Someone twice as tall as you?"
"Someone perfect for me," she corrected, a sad smile on her face.
"You'll find him," Luke said after a moment's silence, bringing ah and up and setting it lightly on her arm.
"Will I?" she asked. Luke nodded and smiled.
"You're a great person, Lorelai Gilmore," he said. "The perfect guy is out there, waiting for you."
"I thought you didn't believe in all that true love stuff?" Lorelai countered.
"Trust me, he's out there," Luke said. His smile faded, his hand dropped, and he was once again the gruff diner owner Lorelai saw everyday.
"What makes you so sure?" Lorelai prodded.
"He'd have to be," he replied. "To put up with you and your habits."
"There's nothing wrong with my habits," she countered, feigning offense.
"Coffee can kill ya," Luke replied, but it was half hearted. A moment passed and Lorelai smiled.
"Thanks, Luke," she said. He nodded, and they returned to watching Babette and Morey and listening to Cinnamon's song.
